In this day and age, what with the computer taking over all our correspondence, many of us, who are not in school or college anymore, have forgotten the pleasure of writing down our ideas,using a pen and a piece of paper.
I began writing this (heavily edited) post on a small writing pad, because I was lying next to my sleeping baby and I couldn't go and sit in front of the computer to indulge my latest addiction (blogging , what else !). Why? Because as I mentioned in my last post , at bedtime,my baby's seek-milk-source alarm is activated, and should said milk source not be found at all times within the first few eyes-closed-pats of areas-within-podgy-arms reach, the wail-for-mom siren is activated at full-wake-up-the-neighbours-and-birds level.
I see from what I've written that I've digressed, just a little bit, so let me get back to the square one, the pleasure of seeing one's
bird marks beautiful handwriting on paper. So tell me, how many of you, the addicted-to-blogging blog hoppers , carry a pen and writing pad with you, on a bus, car, in bed , to the throne...you get my drift .
Well, until recently I didnt, because it never occured to me (yes, yes Im slow) and the only other blogger I've seen in action, namely my father ,just has to sit in front of the Computer, for poetry and prose to come traipsing down his brains, via his fingers and the keyboard to obligingly climb on to his blog. I know I am not in the same league as him, but I do like to express myself , and it would be nice if atleast the prose would be half as obliging!
At this point, if you're still reading, let me thank you for your patience, and reassure you that I'll get to the point soon enough. Don't hold your breath though, because I will not be responsible for the consequences.Okay? Still with me? You there, the follically challenged gentlemen,please stop pulling at the rest of your hair, and pointing at the SEX button...err the "X" button, will not solve your problem either.
SO , now that I have your attention, I was trying to tell you why I've finally seen the
tubelight and begun to keep a writing pad and pen near my pillow at night, even though I know that if I am not quick enough when the morning comes, they WILL be checked for chewability by the Artimator.
Coming back to square two, as far as I can remember, in my distant school and college days, I have always found it easy to study at night and all my best art work(what little there is) has been accomplished at night. The select few brain cells that I have are at their peak after dinner(food for thought?), and these days once everyone is in bed, I lie awake thinking about my day, about all the things that were said, planning for tomorrow's dealing with the maid(yes, I do) and soon enough my mind wanders, leaving behind it some space for good ideas about things I could write about or how to paint or what to paint. I toss and turn ,and lie awake most of the night trying to commit them to memory, but by morning they suddenly vanish with the sunlight. So it was till yesterday, when it finally hit me that I was overlooking the obvious- To pen down thoughts and ideas, all that I need is (drumroll please) A PEN(or a pencil) AND PAPER
Wait! Wait! Im on a roll here, not finished yet...just two more minutes, I promise I wont meander.... much ....Really, I'll just be back as soon as I've calmed down the baby.
What? What's that? Okay ,go if you must, but before you do,would you please tell me what you think about this post, or do you need a pen and paper to do that?